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Hate me or Love me☼☽

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Jag heter Mollie är 1,65m mörkbrunt/svart hår och blå/grå ögon och är 17 år jag har precis börjat på en ny skola därför att alla mobbade mig på min förra skola,jag har heller inga vänner. Ja mitt liv är ju rena helvetet men en dag så ser jag faktiskt ljuset i livet och det är tack vare en kille vars namn är Oscar Molander.All Rights Reserved

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Stalked By A Serial Killer by NotCrazyYaJustStupid

"How do you feel now, Morgan?" She says, more pointing something out than asking a question. She grabs hold of my wrists and tightens them. If I could see properly I could swear I see them turn purple. "I could beat you to the bone, right here, right now, till you die from your injuries. But, I won't. You will die. Maybe not today, maybe not in a month, but you will." Well, obviously I'm going to die. Humans don't live forever. "Wonder why?" "No, and I really don't care." She answers anyway. "Because we have the power, the people, and the weapons to do it. Face it, you're defenseless against us." I feel some blood flooding my mouth, so I, being a perfectly nice person, spit it in her face. That doesn't faze her at all. "I have the strength and intelligence, something you clearly don't have. Whatever y'all do to me, it won't break me. I will put up a hell of a fight before losing. I will fight, and I will win." I turn over and look at her fellow companions. "Even if I die doing it." "Is that a risk you're willing to take?" ____________________________________ 17 year old Morgan Peters is an average girl living life. When she goes on a trip to Rio de Janeiro to watch the FIFA finals with a few friends, a serial killer committing massacres joins in on the sporty fun and shows the thousands of fans what true adrenaline is. After the games and a few bumps along the way, she returns to her hometown, and shortly starts receiving suspicious texts from an unknown number. She figures that it appears she has a stalker on her hands. Can she live with a stalker? Or will it get more mendacious, chaotic and deadly? Follow Morgan and her best friends as love sparks, secrets get released, and betrayal of family floods through their veins. ALL NAMES, INCIDENTS, AND SOME EVENTS ARE PURELY FICTIONAL! OTHERS MAY BE COINCIDENTAL. All rights reserved.

Snowflakes (Jack Frost x Reader) by ASKiroth

*HIGHEST RANKING: #1 in Jack Frost and #3 in snowflakes** "Who are you, and why the heck are you in my house?!" You ask the boy, pointing your hairbrush at him. Like a hairbrush will do anything, right? The boy didn't seem to be armed with any weapons, but he did carry a wooden staff that hooked at the end. You eyed him carefully. But the boy was taken aback. "You can see me?!" He asked, almost in disbelief. You raised an eyebrow, "..Yes?.. You're not exactly hiding very well if this is hide n' seek," you stated back at him. "She can see me.." he said to himself, almost in shock, and then his face broke into an endless smile, "She can see me!" The boy did a backflip, which you admitted was impressive because you can't even do a cartwheel, and he landed back on his bare feet. "Sorry to interrupt this.. reunion you're having with yourself but, am I not supposed to see you, or?..." You trail off, but he understood you perfectly, almost as if he's gotten this question before before. You still had your guard up. "Okay, so I'm not exactly.. Human.. or alive.. Well I'm here but I'm not alive because I'm a Winter spirit. I make winter!" He stated. You both stared at each other for a minute or two in complete silence. Then you blinked. Twice even. "Uh.. What? A winter spirit?" He nodded, "Oh, like Jack Frost?" He smirked, and almost started laughing as he crossed his arms, "Snowflake, I am Jack Frost," ~*~ Y/n has had a troubled past, starting with her family passing away and having no friends, she lives alone in her house as a 16 year old girl. But when Pitch Black is back, she and the Guardians have to find a way to defeat him (again). However, when she bonds with a certain winter spirit, things can take a turn to impacting both her life and her heart. Sorry I suck at summaries!

Loving His Assassin by KaedeT

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The Mystery of The Arendelle Murders by The_Atlantean

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The Fooo Conspiracy|| Preferences by Louise_Christiansen

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Jelsa And Kristanna by Celebgirl224

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Assassin's Love (BoyXBoy) by notbackingdown

I was sold to the Russian MOB when I was three years old. It's the only life I know. I am eighteen years old and the best assassin the MOB has ever had. The one person I thought would be with me through thick and thin left me to become the animal I am today. Luka Maksim. Now he's back for good. I have to pretend. Pretend that he doesn't affect me. Pretend that I don't love him. Pretend that my heart doesn't beat only for him. And to top it off there's a stalker after him. I have to keep him safe and stay alive. I am so going to decimate this person when I find them. No one threatens me and the one I love and live to talk about it. I'm going to tear out their entrails and strangle them with it. Only one problem with the above. Luka doesn't want me to unleash my wrath on them. I'm torn between wanting to protect him and please him. Can I be anything other than the Panther? Can I keep my demon on a leash?

You V.S. Mafia by scaryberry123

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Melancholy by ruani_writes

She hated them. They loved her with everything in them. The universe truly has a sick way of telling you it's there, doesn't it? From being kidnapped to being abused, that was all Arabella saw in life. It was all she ever knew. They tell you to keep fighting but sometimes you realize... you were just a child. Now she's built herself up using her pain as the next step to her strength. She's learnt how to strive forward even as her past haunts her mind crawling up her back every passing second. That is until the first 7 people who only ever brought her pain find their way back into her life. She has no way to let go of her past when they come right back to her. The world showed her no mercy in it's ways so why should she. ~~~ I let out a small sigh wanting more of this. I wanted to be held like this whenever I felt broken. Feel the way he puts me back together in his arms. It ate at my heart and I could have sworn I felt a feathery kiss on my head. It was as if he could hear my thoughts and was kissing them away for me. Slowly he lets one hand go, the other staying around me as he brings my chin up to him gently wiping my last tears as more fill my eyes. He sees this and his eyes look... crumbled. If you feel this way then why can't you choose me, Dominic. I shake my head from his hands wishing to step back but he pulls me back to him a pain filled groan leaving him. "Just one more minute. Please." His body shook and I brought him closer, feeling our pain become one. Our hurricanes of minds pull away even for the smallest time letting us stand together as one in each other's embrace. He was it for me. But I wasn't his.

Dear Writer, - The Fooo Conspiracy (Felix Sandman) by ElyseMolander

"Do you fly?" I write these words without thinking. Why is someone watching me? To most people this would probably be disturbing but I oddly find comfort in it as it is a sense of security. By this time the sun is setting and the chill is becoming unbearable. I return home wondering if me responding to the letter is an idiotic decision.. Yea it is. But what is the harm in answering a question?************** Linnea is a young girl struggling by in the world with her only satisfaction being dance which she does privately in her garage in the forest. Someone is watching her, they see she is more than a ugly beast that her peers make her out to be.***************Dear Writer, I hope this is worth it in the end. *Sexual Themes*

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Stalked By A Serial Killer

"How do you feel now, Morgan?" She says, more pointing something out than asking a question. She grabs hold of my wrists and tightens them. If I could see properly I could swear I see them turn purple. "I could beat you to the bone, right here, right now, till you die from your injuries. But, I won't. You will die. Maybe not today, maybe not in a month, but you will." Well, obviously I'm going to die. Humans don't live forever. "Wonder why?" "No, and I really don't care." She answers anyway. "Because we have the power, the people, and the weapons to do it. Face it, you're defenseless against us." I feel some blood flooding my mouth, so I, being a perfectly nice person, spit it in her face. That doesn't faze her at all. "I have the strength and intelligence, something you clearly don't have. Whatever y'all do to me, it won't break me. I will put up a hell of a fight before losing. I will fight, and I will win." I turn over and look at her fellow companions. "Even if I die doing it." "Is that a risk you're willing to take?" ____________________________________ 17 year old Morgan Peters is an average girl living life. When she goes on a trip to Rio de Janeiro to watch the FIFA finals with a few friends, a serial killer committing massacres joins in on the sporty fun and shows the thousands of fans what true adrenaline is. After the games and a few bumps along the way, she returns to her hometown, and shortly starts receiving suspicious texts from an unknown number. She figures that it appears she has a stalker on her hands. Can she live with a stalker? Or will it get more mendacious, chaotic and deadly? Follow Morgan and her best friends as love sparks, secrets get released, and betrayal of family floods through their veins. ALL NAMES, INCIDENTS, AND SOME EVENTS ARE PURELY FICTIONAL! OTHERS MAY BE COINCIDENTAL. All rights reserved.